Jiang Family Hall.
Song Yan and Li Qingfeng returned to Qin Ying's side, sitting upright.
"Is it an illusion?"
Li Qingfeng looked at the paper figure in Song Yan's hand, his face full of shock: "Could it be a Demon Beast?"
Among humans, there are few Cultivators who specialize in illusion techniques.
"I don't know."
Song Yan shook his head: "Previously, I encountered this kind of paper figure during a mission…"
"However, that time it was three demonic Cultivators; I killed them, and then the paper figures appeared."
"This time seems a bit different…"
Xiao He, in his sleeve, seemed to hear something new and secretly poked her head out from his collar, a pair of blue-gold snake eyes gazing outwards.
Suddenly, the people in the hall erupted in chaos.
"The auspicious hour has arrived!"
Someone in the hall shouted, and outside the house, in the village, a burst of suona music rang out.
